Chapter 124: Boldness—My Evaluation Is, Not as Good as My Sister
For everyone present, no one knew what Lin Xin was thinking, not even his great-grandfather Lin Chen.
After all, how could he possibly imagine that his great-grandson would come up with such an outrageous idea?
But still.
It really did happen.
At least in the original story, given Long Haochen's "sweet and naïve" personality, he truly was the first to choose Lin Xin, resulting in an enormous and ridiculous misunderstanding.
Of course.
As for Ye Ling, he would choose Lin Xin because, based on what he currently knew, among all the mages, there was not a single one who could truly be called strong. Lin Xin, however, was the most terrifying and powerful existence among them.
If it were not for the fact that he currently lacked offensive magic, he could be said to be at the very top.
But!
His potential was truly terrifying.
Joking aside.
On closer inspection, it was clear that among the three—whether it was Li Xin, Wang Yuanyuan, or Lin Jialu—their looks were in no way inferior to Xing Xuan.
On the auction stage, amid countless whistles from lecherous spectators, a beautiful female auctioneer stepped onto the platform and calmly looked at everything before her.
Innate internal spiritual power reaching seventy-four points— even Long Xingyu, one of the current Divine Seal Knights, only exceeded Lin Xin by a small margin.
At this moment, Ye Ling, who had just been lost in thought, finally reacted. He turned toward the auction hall and looked at Xing Xuan's mature and graceful figure and her exceedingly beautiful face.
He nodded and said, "She's actually quite pretty, but for me, it's just so-so."
That was also true. If it had been long ago, Li Xin might have taken this seriously. After all, five thousand gold coins were enough to fully outfit herself with spiritual and magical equipment.
Of course, Ye Ling was not that foolish. He would not choose Lin Xin over Cai'er because of some unnecessary promise.
"Li Xin, don't push your luck. I'm embarrassed for you," Wang Yuanyuan mocked.
If Ye Ling had not pretended to close the door, he would probably have chosen to stand there and engage in a beauty contest for countless years.
The same was true for Ye Ling and Long Haochen.
He would not give up.
Lin Xin was also staring intently at her. For someone like him—glib with words but in reality still an innocent young master—Xing Xuan's allure was undeniably overwhelming.
In his hands, he held two bottles of wine, the bright red liquid flowing within, looking entirely unassuming.
Soon, he took a sip.
In an instant, he froze in place, not knowing what he should say.
It was truly absurd.
As for Lin Xin, when he saw this scene, he was indeed dumbfounded at first. Good grief, this was too much.
But he did not think too deeply about it.
After entering the room, he directly placed it on the table.
"Sister Xing Xuan is still as beautiful as ever, truly elegant. If I weren't only eighteen, I would definitely try to pursue her. Brother Ye, what do you think of her?"
Meanwhile, Li Xin did not make a fuss. She picked up a cup, casually opened the bottle, and poured a glass for each of them.
Of course, she said this every year, but the actual situation was another matter entirely.
Thinking of this, Ye Ling walked over and opened the door.
Inside the private room.
Li Xin nodded and gave her evaluation, her tone calm and composed.
Lin Xin asked curiously.
At present, within the Haoyue Sub-Hall, they had an entire wine cellar filled with fruit wine, its fragrance drifting everywhere. As such, Li Xin did not take this drink seriously at all.
It was said that this Sweet Dew Red Devil was brewed from a grape called Rose Sweet Dew through ninety-nine processes, with only twenty bottles produced each year.
The female auctioneer wore a rose-red floor-length gown, tall and voluptuous in figure. Her black hair was neatly tied up, her beauty carrying a touch of competence.
She walked to the center of the auction stage, clasped her hands before her dress, and bowed slightly. Her gentle voice rang out.
"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the Holy Alliance Auction House of Aimei City. I am Xing Xuan, the auctioneer for this event. It is my honor to serve you."
These were people who could sell Glorious Equipment without batting an eye. This kind of profit maneuver meant little to them.
It was utterly ridiculous.
One could go without Lin Xin, but Cai'er was absolutely indispensable.
As for Wang Yuanyuan, she preferred plain boiled water. Drinks were irrelevant to her.
It was obvious that this had been deliberately brought over.
If the current situation allowed it, Ye Ling truly wanted to carefully question Lin Xin about everything going on with him.
So, he still had choices.
A rich fruity aroma filled the mouth, even blending into one's breathing. The warm sensation slid into the stomach, making the entire body feel pleasantly warm.
"Sweet Dew Red Devil?" Lin Jialu was startled when she saw the bottle. Her father owned one and treated it as a treasure, utterly unwilling to drink it.
Looking closely, it was Lin Xin with his green hair. Upon seeing Ye Ling, the hesitation on his face was replaced by a strange brilliance mixed with a hint of frustration as he muttered, "Too handsome. He's really too handsome."
Of course.
They were not shaken by Lin Xin's extravagance and instead remained extremely calm, treating it like an ordinary drink.
They simply drank it calmly.
Ye Ling's words were, in fact, correct.
"Hahaha, your sister is naturally beautiful. It's hard on you," Li Xin laughed smugly.
"My evaluation is, she's not as good as my sister," Ye Ling said lightly, his tone relaxed and unconcerned.
"Just so-so? What do you mean by that?" Lin Xin asked curiously.
Naturally, when seeing this bottle of red wine, Lin Jialu was deeply shocked. This thing was simply too precious—one bottle was worth five thousand gold coins.
No wonder her father only dared to collect it and would take it out for just a sip or two when entertaining honored guests.
Then, she suddenly looked at Ye Ling. Given his status and ability, he already knew Ye Ling's name and background. He had only investigated a little, afraid of offending Ye Ling.
That would have been far too absurd.
At this moment, waves of dazzling light appeared on the main stage.
Hearing this, Lin Xin was slightly stunned. What a ruthless "not as good as your sister."
After finishing her words, Xing Xuan had the next auction item brought out.
"Wang Yuanyuan, you're just jealous—jealous of my natural beauty!" Li Xin flew into a rage. "And you're the one who's fat!"
"Mmm, not bad. It really is Sweet Dew Red Devil. Compared to Green Devil, the flavor is much richer. Green Devil is too light and not tasty," someone commented.
Otherwise, his eyes would not have lit up like that.
After all, was Cai'er's importance even worth mentioning?
What a joke.
"To borrow Ye Ling's words, my evaluation is—you're not as good as me," Wang Yuanyuan said with a grin, clearly provoking Li Xin on purpose.
"I can't take this anymore. Come on, let's duel at the arena!" Li Xin declared. Of course, it was just banter, because in the next moment she added, "I'll use spirit armor."
"…You're really despicable. When I get spirit armor someday, I'll definitely suppress you," Wang Yuanyuan said helplessly.
Amid their bickering, the auction officially began.
End of Chapter
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